Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Levi blinks up at me.
“You don’t have to say it back—”
“If telling you I’d follow you to the ends of the earth wasn’t a big enough hint, I’m in love with you too.”
The relief leaves me in a quick breath.
“I know we don’t have much time, but I want you inside me,” Levi whispers.
“We can swing it. As long as I make an appearance at some point, the team will forgive me.”
As Levi pushes past me and shucks off his clothes on his way to his bag for supplies, I slowly lose my jacket and undo my tie.
“Levi?” I croak.
His gray eyes meet mine. He’s all the way on the other side of the room now, and I want nothing more than to reach for him because what I have to ask is nerve-racking.
“What’s wrong? If we don’t really have time—”
“It’s not that. I, umm, I was thinking that maybe instead of me … uh, being inside you, it could …” I hesitate and then let the rest out so fast it almost becomes one word. “It could be the other way around?”
A tiny scrunch forms in the middle of Levi’s forehead, but his lips turn up in a smile. “You … want that?”
I nod. “I’ve been thinking about it, yeah. Then I realized I didn’t even ask if you do that, and—”
“I do. I will.” Levi abandons the supplies and crosses the room, slamming into me. With his mouth on mine, his arms wrapping around my back, and his hard cock pressing against me, the nervousness over asking strips away.
Only then it’s replaced with the thought of him moving inside me, and my gut flutters with nerves again. It’s not that I don’t want to do it—I’ve been thinking about it since high school when trying to figure out my feelings toward Levi’s and my hookup—but I do want it to be good. For both him and me.
My heart thumps, and I swear Levi can feel it against his own chest.
“Are you sure about this? You disappeared just now.”
I smile down at him. “I’m so sure, but you’re going to have to take the lead on this one. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
His lips touch mine again, but it’s quick and chaste. “You don’t have to do anything. Let me take care of you.”
“I want that. I really, really want that.”
Levi huffs a small laugh. “Does my big strong football player need some pampering?”
“Always.”
It’s not all that surprising how easy it is for me to let go and let him take over. Just like that first night we were together. He was so confident, even if he says he wasn’t feeling that way, and I had all the trust in the world in him.
Our connection back then was strong, probably stronger than I had felt with anyone before or since. But it took college to realize that. It took that time apart to grow and become the men we want to be before getting here.
For my dads, it took six years; with us, it was four. I only hope that whenever my brother falls for someone, he doesn’t have to go through that gap of growing because I have to say, if I could’ve had Levi for the last four years, I would’ve spent every single day with him.
Levi leads me over to the bed by the window and pushes me down so I’m sitting on the edge while he gets to his knees. He leans in and peppers soft kisses along my jawline, and his expert hands work open the buttons on my shirt.
Slowly but confidently, he kisses his way down my skin while undressing me.
When he moves to take off my shirt, I instinctively shrug out of it. When he undoes my pants, I lift my hips to help him. It’s like I’m his puppet, and all he has to do to make me pliant is touch me.
And like with everything Levi does, he takes the utmost care in getting me prepped, ready to take his cock. I thought it would be awkward, a lot of stopping and starting, but Levi can read me. He knows my tells. So once I’m naked, he doesn’t immediately go for my ass.
I lie on my back and raise my feet, mimicking the position he was in the last time we did this.
He explores me, leaves open-mouth kisses all over my skin. From my chest to my abs and down to my thigh.
I shudder with pleasure and need, and only when I’m on the cusp of begging does he move to where I want it. He licks over the base of my cock and trails down, his five-o’clock shadow scraping my sac and sending tingles shooting down to my feet.
He sucks on my balls and strokes my cock, and it feels so amazing I barely notice when his finger presses against my hole, and by that point, I’m writhing with need for more that all I can do is breathe out a loud “Yes.”